Saturday, June 05, 2004

Canberra, Australia

Por la capital.
Sol claro y lejano del otoño.
Viento como acero.
En el jardín de escultura,
un conejo
corriendo.
Nunca puedes volver.
Ya sabes. Nunca.

2 comments:

George Manka said...

Is this an original?

Yotro said...

Yes, boss. And quite literal. You know the sculpture garden behind the art gallery? Where they have that lovely monumental sheilah (by Aristide Maillol)? A rabbit shot by. And I was thinking of all the time spent next door in the High Court. A distant memory.